/lit/ - Literature

It's not that I hate people, or that I think I'm better than them. It's just that they do such petty things in their day to day lives thinking it will make them happy.
I gave up trying to be happy three years ago, after agonizing for almost 8 years that I WOULDN'T be happy unless I was dead.
It's only in giving up the pursuit of happiness that I find how miserable everyone makes themselves. Aspiration is one thing, passion in the only thing that keeps me going now. Giving up happiness isn't about apathy, you're still allowed to care about things, and people. Even love can be a comfort, but it should NEVER be in pursuit of happiness. Your life's worth is dictated by YOU, not someone else. You have worth beyond what you mean to another person.
Anon, you deserve better.

Love won't fix a broken man, a caring hand can push a broken heart together, and pull you out of the abyss, but it won't mend the ache, or cast the abyss away. Only YOU can heal your heart, and walk away from that cliff. And even if the hand never leaves you, what then? Are you satisfied knowing they're living for you? Is your imagined happiness worth theirs? Happiness is just selfishness given a pretty name.
True contentment can only be found alone in silence. To be at peace with God and the universe he made.